I'm finding that I stand and stare like a slack-jawed cow quite often these days as I try to remember where I put my car keys, or what it is I'm doing. I will take this poem not as a reminder to slow down - snails leave me in the dust - but to focus beyond the end of my nose and pay more attention to beautiful things. Oh, and to close my mouth while I'm thinking. Thank you.

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